Yoon Doowon's expression darkened at Jeoyoon's defiant words. "You misunderstand, Jeoyoon," he said, his voice dripping with cold intent. "This isn't about love or affection. It's about power—divine power that only Yooshin can bestow. And you, through your connection, will help me achieve it."
Jeoyoon's body trembled with anger, his hands curling into fists. "You're insane if you think I'd ever help you."
Yoon Doowon chuckled darkly. "You don't have a choice. Once Yooshin arrives, the decision will be out of your hands." His gaze shifted toward Jeoyoon's unconscious sister. "And she will ensure you cooperate."
Jeoyoon's heart sank, realizing the depth of Yoon Doowon's manipulation. The thought of his sister being used as leverage made his blood boil. He turned to Ahn, who was still fighting off the remaining dark figures, his movements becoming more strained as the battle dragged on.
